F*ck You: Knox Academy - Term One

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by Jaye Cox


  We all settle back against Sawyer’s headboard and I marvel at how his bed easily fits the four of us; I was definitely too distracted to notice that last time I was here. Kalen puts on some corny scary movie, but it just makes me laugh. Eventually Kalen gets up to make us drinks, and I find myself in the middle of a twin sandwich. This time it’s innocent – we’re just sitting – but I can feel every single millimetre where their bodies press against mine. It’s like being burned, but it never felt so good. A low groan escapes my lips without my realising.

  “Amelie,” Onyx warns.

  “Shut up and kiss me.” I don't know if it’s a conscious decision to choose him first – or hell, to even kiss any of them at all – but the demand is blurted out of my mouth before I can even process what I’m doing. Onyx doesn’t need to be told twice.

  He presses against me, rolling me slightly onto my back so that I’m lying down, pressed up against Slate’s hard body. They don’t try to restrain me, they don’t speak. It’s perfect, and nothing like the dark and dangerous situation they threatened me with the last time. Onyx and I just kiss while Slate runs his hand up and down my arm, making me shiver.

  “Alright! Now the party's really getting started!” Kalen whoops.

  “Dick.”

  “Yep. It’s a sausage party! Let’s get naked!”

  “No one is getting naked, Kalen,” Onyx snaps. “I was just giving Amelie a goodnight kiss.” Kalen pouts and declares he wants one too.

  He pounces on me, straddling me, even though Onyx and Slate are pressed close on either side of me. Kalen’s kiss is possessive and demanding. As much as he jokes about sharing me, he kisses me like he has something to prove. He steals my breath, and my sanity, as Slate and Onyx move as one to run their hands down my exposed sides. Goose bumps erupt wherever they touch, and my nipples harden visibly against the flimsy white costume. Why did I not want to take this further again? Oh yeah, stupid triggery shit I’d rather forget.

  I groan in heated frustration as Kalen pulls away. I want more, damn it. So much more.

  “I need a shower. I’m oily and Sawyer will kill me if I gunk up his bed,” Kalen tells me with a soft kiss to the lips. Then he’s gone and it’s just me and the twins once again.

  “Here,” Onyx takes my hands and helps me to sit up. “Let us help you.” He gently unfastens the veil from my hair and begins to unpin the dark curls from their complicated up-do that Elsie insisted on. When he’s done, he runs his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp, while Slate gently unclips and unrolls my stockings.

  “I can’t sleep in this,” I murmur, and Onyx gets up from the bed to grab me one of Sawyer’s t-shirts from the drawer. I pull it on over my head and slip off the all in one costume before poking my arms through the shirt. The twins smirk at me.

  “Impressive girl shit. I thought for sure I was going to get a glimpse of you naked.” Onyx smiles to show he’s joking.

  “Soon.” I wink.

  And then I’m distracted as Slate gently guides me back down onto the bed, taking up a similar position to the one Kalen was in. The shower shuts off just as Slate’s lips descend on mine and my eyes flutter closed.

  His kiss is perfection, heated but slow. He stokes and builds a fire in me until I’m squirming on the bed beneath him. The bed dips and I feel Kalen’s body press against mine. Onyx’s and Kalen’s hands stroke my thighs where the shirt has ridden up, and Slate’s arousal presses against my core.

  “Let us make you feel good, Amelie,” Slate whispers against my lips. I don’t answer, I can’t. I keep my eyes firmly closed for fear that if I open them it will reveal I’m dreaming, and nod for him to continue.

  He continues to kiss me while Kalen and Onyx move as one to push my shirt up further. Slate slowly kisses his way along my jawline as his fingers trail down my body.

  When he reaches my entrance, he’s able to easily slide a finger in just as Onyx kisses me once again. Slate’s guitar playing experience pays off and he quickly has me trembling on the edge of my release, two fingers deep inside while his thumb strums my clit. He treats me like his beloved instrument, worshipping me to make me sing. My body winds tight and I start to tremble. Kalen tweaks a nipple suddenly and with a cry, I cum hard. Too soon; I wasn’t ready for it to be over.

  “Sleep now, beautiful,” Slate tells me with a kiss to my temple. Onyx wraps me in his arms so that I’m lying on my side and Kalen covers us with the duvet. I’m asleep before Slate even joins us under the covers.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  So apparently the only thing more awkward than waking up in bed with three brothers, is being woken by the fourth, very pissed off brother. He also happens to be the teacher whose house we commandeered to turn into party central. Sawyer used the term, “breaking and entering”, but Kalen maintains that he had permission to be there.

  I’m not sure what made Sawyer more crazy: the party, the mess, or finding us in his bed. I think he just about had a fit when I crawled out from under the covers in his shirt. He said it was his favourite and Kalen teased him about the “lady bumps” I had put into it (I hadn’t).

  Sawyer told us that Headmaster Knox had cancelled classes for the day – knowing full well that everyone would be hungover after the party – but demanded that we used our day off to tidy up the mess that we created. Which sucked. I got stuck on bathroom duty and was mortified when I had to explain to Sawyer why I’d be needing to keep his shirt for the day. He wasn’t impressed, though Kalen maintained that he was just jealous. I did get to use the shower after I cleaned it though, and Sawyer found me some sweats to wear which was nice of him, so it wasn’t all bad.

  Thankfully, my lessons with Sawyer that week were cancelled due to teacher conferences, so I didn’t have to face him again after that. It also meant that I couldn’t return his stuff. Oh well.

  The first week of November saw the weather turn bitterly cold. The guys even admitted it was cold but told me to thank my lucky stars that it was at least dry. They were all super excited for some bizarre English holiday this coming weekend.

  “Explain it to me again,” I groan at the breakfast table on Sunday morning.

  “It’s not that hard to grasp, Amelie, especially for a smart girl like you. Bonfire night – or Guy Fawkes night – aka tonight, marks the anniversary of the discovery of a plot to blow up the Houses of Parliament in 1605.” Kalen sighs, exasperated with me.

  “Yes, I get that, but I don’t understand the bonfire bit. Or why they wanted to blow up parliament in the first place.”

  “Well it was the Gunpowder Plot. They were going to blow up parliament from underneath it when King James I was there in session with the other parliamentary members.”

  “Why?”

  “Religion. The plotters were Catholic at a time the country was Protestant—”

  “How do you force an entire country to follow a religion?” I pull a face. Seems stupid to me.

  “We used to rule the world, we didn’t get that way by playing nice,” Kalen points out. I sense a darker undertone to what he’s saying but I can’t put my finger on what he might be alluding to.

  “But...bonfires?”

  “Boom! It would have made a big bloody bang!” he cries, throwing his arms up in the air. The twins laugh.

  “Who would have thought that you actually know something, Kalen?” Onyx sneers.

  “Ha-ha.”

  “Actually,” Elsie interrupts. “While Kalen is correct that the thirty-six barrels of gunpowder they put in the tunnels under the Houses of Parliament would make a big boom, that’s not what the bonfires represent.”

  “It isn’t?” Kalen asks, wide-eyed.

  “Sit and actually learn something, moron,” Slate jibes.

  “Ok, Elsie, explain,” I prompt her.

  “When the plan was thwarted and the plotters were caught, they were arrested, tortured and executed. They were supposed to be hung, drawn and quartered but the rumour is that Guy jumped from the ladder and
broke his neck.

  People lit bonfires that night to celebrate the safety of the king, and we still do to this day. People also place a dummy – a “Guy” effigy which is a bit like a scarecrow I guess – on the fire to burn as a symbol of Guy Fawkes getting his comeuppance.”

  “So, you celebrate the execution of a guy who was trying to make your country better?”

  “Terrorist,” Kalen fake-coughs.

  “Yep!” Elsie beams brightly at me. “The fireworks and sparklers are just an added bonus. You’ll like it; it’s pretty.” Elsie laughs at me.

  “Don’t forget the food,” Onyx adds.

  “I think you British are crazy,” I mutter.

  “Be that as it may, sis, this is your first bonfire night and I plan to make it special!” Kalen smiles.

  “I can’t wait,” I grumble dryly. I won’t admit it, but I am looking forward to it. Even though it means being there with the incubator. Apparently, they usually have a few fireworks at home, but Kalen talked his dad into all of us going to some big professional fireworks display – even Elsie is allowed to come. Which will be cool, if I don’t freeze first. Unfortunately, Laura is insisting on sending a car for us again. She just doesn’t get it that teenagers don’t find limos cool.

  I leave the table and wander back to my room. I was planning on going for a run, but I ate too much at breakfast to attempt it just yet. I decide to do some actual studying, because not only do I have exams coming up soon, but because I actually enjoy the curriculum too. At the moment, as a second-year student, it places me on the first year of my degree. Normally students would specialise in a subject but because I skipped the final exams year of high school I have to accelerate. School works differently here, and they’re trying to claim I would have only just started. Monty explained that means completing all my High School exams this term, and then starting my degree in January. I have no idea what I want to focus on yet though. I know that the SELF class and my self-defence classes have to continue, and I’ll probably keep doing music and running with the guys because I enjoy them both, but I have no clue what I want to do as an actual career path. Let’s face it, at home I wasn’t really planning on going to university.

  It’s easy to while away the day studying and listening to music. I even tidy and sort out my room a little. Elsie must be rubbing off on me because it feels good when I’m done. I take myself off for a run before lunch, enjoying the peace my solitude brings. For a change of scenery, I spend the afternoon in the library and the music practice rooms, going over everything for the showcase which is now less than a week away. Slate and I really need to put in some more practice this coming week, especially with the dance moves. I’m still not sure about them, but I practice the steps by myself as best I can.

  A couple of hours before the car picks us up, I head back to my room to shower. I make a point of properly drying my hair where I’d normally let it dry naturally because I know we’re going to be outside in the cold. I’m standing in front of my closet debating what to wear when there’s a knock at my door.

  “Hey, need a hand?” Elsie asks, taking me in still in my bath towel.

  “Please,” I beg. “I’m so scared that I’m going to freeze! I won’t enjoy it if I’m cold.”

  “Ah it’s just as well the boys gave me these for you then, isn’t it!” She beams at me holding up two fully-laden shopping bags.

  “Come in. What’s in the bags?”

  “Clothes, hair and makeup first. Treats later!”

  I acquiesce to Elsie’s demands because I know there's no stopping her when she starts on a makeover kick, and I play the dutiful model by quietly letting her dress me in whatever the hell she likes. She spends ages throwing stuff at me and holding items against my body. Eventually she settles on an oxblood leather skirt with thick, black wool tights and a black fitted shirt which she calls a jumper. I find this hilarious.

  She gives me a smokey eye – my standard go-to if I have to wear makeup – and pulls a dark lipstick which matches my skirt out of her bag. She even curls my hair a little more to define my mess of waves. I love the overall look, but I still think I’m going to freeze.

  “Damn, we need to go in a minute. You better check the bags for the rest of the stuff you need,” Elsie tells me, racing to the mirror to finish off her own look. She looks like a beautiful ice queen in shades of blue and winter-white; the polar opposite of me. Side by side we look awesome though.

  “Bags!” she hisses at me, shoving me away from the mirror so that she can apply another coat of mascara.

  I open the first bulging bag and find a black winter coat. It’s a heavy, almost felted material, double breasted and form-fitting, with a dippy hem and flap pockets. It’s gorgeous, stylish and looks oh-so-warm.

  The other bag is heavier, but not as full. I pull out a pair of sturdy winter boots. These too are black, knee-high suede with a small block heel and a full fur lining. I quickly pull them on and discover they’re a perfect fit. My toes are lovely and toasty.

  “Oh wow, I might never take these boots off.”

  “They look kick-ass with your skirt.” Elsie smiles.

  “Did you plan the whole outfit around these boots?”

  “So what if I did? They are great boots.”

  The final thing in the bag is an oxblood red hat, scarf, and matching leather gloves set.

  “Wow this stuff is all gorgeous. Where did you get it?”

  “Kalen dropped it off at mine earlier and told me to bring it round, but I think it’s from all of them. Kalen wanted special credit for the hat and stuff though.”

  I smile, put on my coat and then add the finishing touches. I’m so warm that I think I might melt, but I’m not complaining, and there’s no way I’m taking the stuff off. It all goes together beautifully. It may be the first real set of winter things that I’ve ever owned, but they’re also the nicest gifts I’ve ever received.

  “Yeah, yeah, you can 'thank you' fuck them later! Let’s go before we’re late and all the good spots by the fire are gone,” Elsie grumbles, pulling me out the door and off towards our meeting point.

  “You really like fire, don’t you?” I tease, but Elsie freezes and clams up. “Sorry, I was only joking. Let’s go.”

  We meet the guys, climb into the gaudy black limo that my mother sent, with sideways glances and smirks, and say hi to Larry the driver. It doesn’t take too long to get to wherever we’re headed but Kalen cranks the tunes and passes round the booze, so it feels like a party en route anyway.

  The guys all compliment me on my clothing, and praise Elsie for the great job she did with me. I thank them all for their generous gifts. Kalen insists I give thank you kisses, to him at least. It’s a bit awkward, but Kalen doesn’t seem to notice, pulling me in for a loud noisy smacker on the lips. I blush when Slate gives my hand a squeeze and tells me “later” and Onyx just gives me an awkward kind of pat on the leg like I’m a damn dog or something. Elsie just giggles at it all.

  When we arrive at the country club where the bonfire celebrations are taking place, it’s the valet, not Larry, who opens our door for us. I feel a bit sad that I don’t get to say goodbye to Larry, but I’ll see him the next time my mother wants to assert her authority over me by refusing to let me drive the damn car she got me.

  The country club is stupid posh. Like something out of a movie. It makes me snort when someone opens the door for us. Are rich people not able to do that for themselves? I’m surprised this place would have a bonfire; won’t it make everything smell?

  I let the guys lead me through the club – which is more like a stately home or mansion – and out to the grounds. There are crowds of people everywhere, with suited servers running around holding trays of canapes and champagne.

  “Oh man, this sucks!” Kalen whines. “I wanted to give Amelie an authentic experience.”

  “You mean the whole country doesn’t eat caviar on November 5th?” I quip.

  “Laura,” Kalen groans. Which is
enough to explain everything.

  “This isn’t what you normally do?” I check.

  “Hell no. This sucks,” Kalen replies. Speak of the devil and she shall appear; Laura is swanning towards us like she’s the queen of freaking England, dressed in a sequined shimmering cocktail gown. It’s entirely inappropriate.

  “Kids, you’re late.”

  “Sorry, Laura, the limo had to go round the block twice while we finished up the orgy.” Kalen grins at her.

  “Kalen!” Monty’s sharp reproach comes from behind us.

  “Jeez, chill out, Dad. Laura knows I’m joking by now!” She smiles tightly, unamused and probably wondering if Kalen was telling the truth. “Anyway, as I was just saying to Amelie, this was NOT what we were expecting.”

  “Well, no. But Laura thought it would be nice to do something special tonight and I agree. It’s nice to do something a bit different.” Monty couldn’t sound less honest if he tried. He looks so uncomfortable in his tux.

  “Tell me there’s candyfloss or I might have to kill someone!” Kalen demands.

  “There’s a kiddy bonfire in the far field but—” That’s as far as Monty gets before Kalen is grabbing my hand and dragging us away from the parentals.

  “Bye! Don’t wait up for us, Larry the Limo is waiting to bring us home! Laura, make him give you his jacket, I’d hate for you to get ill!” The twins laugh as we all race as far away from Laura and Monty as possible.

  It takes about five minutes traipsing across the field to get to the kid’s party, which isn’t for kids at all it turns out. The enclosed field is rammed with teenagers, an enormous bonfire burning in the centre of the chaos. Fairy lights are strung all through the surrounding perimeter trees, and on the far side of the enclosure are a variety of food carts.

  “Now this is more like it!” Kalen crows.

  “Oh my God!” Elsie cries, grabbing my hand.

  “What? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

  “Marcia Brown is over there! What do I do?”

  “Erm, go say hi?” I suggest. I think Elsie's crush is cute, but I have no idea if Marcia is interested in Elsie in that way.

 

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